Despite such muscosity and mud all over the wall and floor, it was not difficult for Miguel to stand up with strength and follow the path of descent.
Despite her feet being covered in a thin layer of dirty water that I wouldn't dare say, strangely it wasn't cold or even stuffy, the whole environment, on the contrary, as a light breeze made her little black hair dance wildly. .
The faint light shone all along the dark path in front of him, he continued without further interruptions, reaching the end of the corridor in a few minutes. This entire path led to a small room with robust and scalding equipment.
They were at least a few meters in size and came and went with iron cranks.Smoke from every movement came out of the square-shaped hole in the ceiling with small holes. The long brown shoe of a man in a black suit passed through the small manhole with precision and speed.
Above this entire room was the street they were on before, he deduced accurately.A few seconds were enough for him to identify the small staff door to the left of all those machines, forced to contract and pass through it Miguel creaked with some pain in his lower back, perhaps due to the fact that he was physically exhausted or the simple fact that his new body it belonged to an old man or, much worse, a salaried worker.
Maybe you could have a good, usable body, he exclaimed eagerly. His bones creaked but it wasn't enough and she was already on the other side of the door and to his surprise... Bingo.
The strange room only had an endless corridor with bronze-colored handrails along the entire right, at the end there was a kind of small floor and also columns of pure stone that unfolded in a small arch.
Beyond the long handrail there was water and more water in a kind of still water channel, the heavy and dark blue water stirred now and then in small ripples.At the end of the corridor, a strange wooden furniture with dozens of holes was placed alone in the center, just as he said it would be.
Maybe it's something common for legend hunters called Swallow, he thought satirically with force. Despite his mood being up to date, he couldn't help but feel strange chills coming from the brown furniture.He approached cautiously and carefully but there was no danger, he was alone in the strange and confusing room.
A strange sensation ended in his chest, which was heavy and tense when he looked at those holes, in each one there was a different object that was stranger than the other.
In the first upper hole there was a leather ball with a golden star carved on its top, Miguel hoped it was at least animal leather, but something told him otherwise.
In the second hole of the other five there was a tangle of hair and red stones, it made him feel sick, one of his biggest phobias was wet and dirty hair, just thinking about it made his feet and head feel sick but he controlled himself for the mission.
In the third there was a small wooden spider carved in a rude and different way, in the fourth there was red blood all over the surface of the wood as well as a piece of human fingernail and finally in the fifth there was a piece of yellow paper with burnt ends, he didn't think much and I picked it up beforehand and on it was just a not at all common name, Kaleo Yosterz.I put it back anyway, I came here just to observe and report.
Miguel turned around and went to the door again, ready to leave when confusion struck him. ´´I thought I heard my name is Jack.´´He seemed confused but turned his back and continued until he found the employee's path, he went straight to a street corner, he continued to the house again now with everything he had discovered............................. .....................
The frowning old man was evident with his figure in sleep clothes next to the swallow who in turn had an undeniable formal and working attire.
They both easily noticed the other, much less notable figure, by the way, they discussed in a peaceful and sincere way everywhere, swallow closed me with warm summer eyes that still allowed themselves to shine even brighter in the night, with the I ended my head positively with a smile of contentment on my face, much to his relief as he showed his teeth in reciprocity.
The old man, on the other hand, had a face of predictable investigation, his hoarse voice derived from sleep perpetuated quickly. ´´-Your pants are wet, sir!´´ This fact was confirmed by Miguel's slight look down, a redundant smile fixed on Andorinha, he seemed to be amused by this whole situation.
´´-Yes, I agreed to have to go into the river a little to get some of the soil sample.´´ The lame lie seemed to work as the man's face of enlightenment turned around.´´-I apologize for my lack of politeness, I accidentally stepped on your grass.´´He seemed a little upset but immediately understood the action.
´´-It's okay, there's no problem with that, they've been refusing to get any greener for some time now.´´ such a fact that it seemed random enough for his attention, but not for the swallow since strangely he reacted immediately to such a fact .
´´-They also look like they don't grow longer than 3 fingers?´´ he doubted the old man clearly and fearlessly, his face already gave the answer without having to open his mouth.´´-Yes... that's right.´´
Concludes the elderly man, evidently a little curious. Miguel thought for a few seconds and inserted himself into their conversation.
´´-It seems that this cold front is making the soil more infertile.´´ This fact made him even more curious. Andorinha concluded my statement. ´´- The city hall predicts a loss of at least 25,000 tanked wisos.
´´ The shock hit the old patriotic man in thirst and he brandished it almost hysterically like a defender of the flat earth. ´´-Damn you... Do you know whose fault it really is that our country is this way?´´
Confusion remained on the minds and faces of both listeners, the old man concluded in an equally hysterical way.
´´-This is all the fault of these travelers and traders who bring these plagues from Shiria and Zarok.´´ Now he speaks like a lunatic man, thought Miguel, Swallow seemed to be momentarily irritated by such a statement.
Fearing that he would have to continue with that statement, he already thanked the old man for having cooperated with the entire investigation.
The old man asked a few more questions about the case, which was answered with other lies, they both said goodbye and left through the same door towards the street again, towards the old room.
A few seconds were enough and Miguel explained the entire situation he found himself in to the man in formal attire next to him, making sure not to forget any details, he thought a few moments after all this.´´Are you sure you heard that about to come out?´´
Curiosity was stuck on his doubtful face. ´´-Clearly, besides of course having felt that the whole place was too strange.´´ Andorinha laughed, perhaps these words were more common for him. ´´-We can go there again.´´ He concluded hypothetically.A few seconds were enough and he responded clearly.
´´It won't be necessary... we already have enough.´´ Confused, he ended up in the corner thinking about the whole subject, but there was nothing to think about, Miguel knew he didn't know anything about these paranormal matters to guess.
Being in another world made him slightly fearful about it all, maybe everything he knew or had learned would be lost forever and would no longer be necessary... He felt like a baby in front of the whole situation he found himself in.
To his relief, the sun shone through the streetlights originating from the green hills on the horizon in front of him and across the street the sun began to shine on a new day.
When he felt the light rays of sunlight on his face, he felt momentarily at home, in the world he was lost in, they were too real for him and that terrified him.
Swallow excitedly watched and in silence they saw the sunrise on the horizon. His hands were in his pockets and his light brown dress coat flapped in the now slightly warmer winds. The silence didn't last as long as necessary. ´´-I have a hypothesis about all this.
´´ His words did not convey much security and sobriety. ´´-Just a hypothesis? because it's not a certainty.´´ They both smiled at those true words. ´´-Hypotheses are certainties in disguise, that's all.´´ He concluded immediately.´´-Sr Miguel...´´
His words came out honeyed and sweet like a true poet sure of his words. ´´...It's about time you knew some things!´´ The feeling finally hit him with impact. ´´-Absolutely.´´
he brandished equally.His hands came out of his coat and the small book pierced through the air, falling straight into Miguel's robust hands.
´´-Welcome to the division of beings of the unreal of the great nation of Kalia, we are protectors of the common but above all we govern and give meaning to the curiosity of the strange and unknown.
We don't fear it but we adore it and it transforms us into common and banal..." sure about the idea of joining a cult at this moment he can smile another smile."-It's a big name, don't you think?"
He joked cutely to his amusement. "-Of course, we just call ourselves Fractor Detectives."-As detectives shouldn't we investigate Kaleo Yosterz right away, if he is someone or somewhere?" Such boldness entertained Swallow, taken by surprise, he could only agree."-You're already getting the hang of it, see?" They both laughed heartily.